By Jigyasa Singh
crime and punishment, passage of time and an agreement issued on the assurance of the fading of faces that allure us individuals once celebrated blurring into yelps reverberated through the morning, old records and warnings heartwarming sights of spiders crawling slowly into the eyes of the tiger
why must we? not caress and sway our liberty and simply be greater than divinities for when they wither we shall rise, canvases tainted crimson skipping and dripping spider-lilies on the run hands entwined
time, wondrous time too gradual towards the retribution easier on the marbles of devotion until the iniquitous ascend gasoline pedestals, prophecies and people to offend
the miscreants violin heals Tchaikovsky feels and forgets the swan laying still, to relish the fleeting vision and thrill of ruin and collapse one final relapse
By Jigyasa Singh
so good